Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

Chanel saw with her own eyes that Mecca and Pyro were back together again when they both walked into the apartment smiling and laughing. Chanel was caught off guard by their reconciliation. The last she heard, Mecca was feeling neglected and used, and she thought Pyro was ready to move on. But that wasn’t the case.

“I’m done with him, Chanel,” she remembered Mecca telling her.

Pyro had his arms wrapped around Mecca lovingly. They seemed like the “it” couple. He was happy and she was happy. They were up on each other so tight, not even gravity could pull them apart.

“Wow. How did this happen?” Chanel asked with a smile.

“He missed me and I missed him. That’s what happened,” said Mecca.

“Yup. Real talk,” Pyro cosigned.

Pyro had met Mecca at her university carrying a bouquet of flowers and a sincere apology. He swept her off her feet, took her on a shopping spree, and then to dinner at an eloquent restaurant in the city. Now they were at his apartment ready to have make-up sex.

“It’s good to see y’all together again,” Chanel said.

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“Thank you. Now if you don’t mind, Chanel, my baby and I got a lot of making up to do,” Mecca said gleefully.

She and Pyro kissed passionately for Chanel to see. Mecca was googly-eyed for her man, and Pyro couldn’t keep his hands off of her. He massaged her booty and held her firmly in his grasp.

“Well, I baked a cherry pie,” said Chanel.

“Oh word? You baked?” asked Mecca.

“Yeah. Y’all hungry?”

“Shit girl, you know I love your cooking, especially your baking,” Mecca replied excitedly.

Putting their make-up session in the bedroom temporarily on hold, the two decided to keep Chanel company in the kitchen as they nibbled on her mouthwatering cherry pie and drank some Bailey’s liquor. It was the three of them sitting at the table, chatting and laughing, and Chanel couldn’t help but to wish that Mateo was there too. She wished they could all go out on a double date.

Mecca was seated on her man’s lap, and the two continued to flirt, touch, and kiss on each other. Chanel simply smiled at their affection in the kitchen. Mecca even fed her man some cherry pie, and Pyro glided his hand between her thighs and rested his touch against her pussy. They kissed fervently again, and it looked like they were ready to fuck each other right there in the kitchen. Mecca wanted to cut their threesome short and go make love to her man. She began hinting and looking at Pyro sexily.

“I guess you want me for dessert next, huh?” Mecca asked.

He smiled widely and replied, “With a cherry on top.”

The two stood up, and Pyro embraced Mecca from behind, kissing the side of her neck. They said goodnight to Chanel. She didn’t want them to leave. Their company kept her mind off certain things, but there was no stopping them from getting their freak on.

The couple hurried into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Chanel remained in the kitchen cleaning up their dishes. She had nothing else to do. Soon, she heard the passionate sounds coming from the bedroom—Mecca moaning and groaning.

Chapter Twenty-Three

KB’s black Beamer came to a stop on black 20” rims in front of Charlie’s apartment building. The two were all smiles as they continued to be affectionate toward each other in the front seat of his car. Charlie kissed him intensely and even massaged his dick.

“Yo shawty, ya too much. I had a good time wit’ you,” KB said.

“I did too, baby.”

The two had just returned from the Bahamas, where they had fucked passionately every night. Charlie swore she was going to have to take a pregnancy test after the vacation. Not once did they use any protection, and KB wasn’t a big fan of pulling out.

“Da pussy too good for me to pull out, shawty,” he had said.

The two locked lips and wrestled tongues for several minutes, while Charlie conjured up another erection in his jeans. Finally pulling away, KB joked, “Damn, you ain’t get enough in the Bahamas?”

“No. It was too good. Shit, I might have you come upstairs,” she said.

He grinned. “Shawty, I gotta make moves, ya know? Been away from the streets a bit too long.”